Poem.
There is a rage going through my veins
One hour it runs
Squirt blood through my pores
And she will swallow
So sad is the loneliness that takes care of people
Is that bad to be alone without someone around
The one thing I need is a hug for my loneliness away
This pain eats me, and sometimes I think I can not stand
But when you least imagine, me supero
And that’s why I keep so much rage in me
Something contained when released can spread the world
I just hope that day my reason contrary to my instincts
And my self-control is present before the ecstasy of my apocalypse
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